Nostalgia

the falling angel changes shape,
and I am told there is no such life
that will not run through your fingers

the faint sky was black, hidden by clouds
but inside this, even that is too blinding for my eyes

fallen to the sprawling earth, I look up at you
and continue beating these illusionary wings

I can look at the sky from dark
from darkness in my Nostalgia...

that day.. it still should be there...
the door of dreams


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